Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

Kotokoto......

The scent is fragrant. The appetizing scent is poisonous for the lunch hunger. Guh, and my stomach gives me a voice to give me food.

I flick my stomach with my hands, I get fragranced, I send my eyes to the kitchen.

There, around the nose, there was a figure of a mother cooking lunch in a mood. I wondered what it would be today, expecting a good cook mother, next to me sitting in the chair at the table waiting to be able to do it now or now, and my father was softening up again, watching my mother.

Then, Mother notices our gaze and sighs a little.

"Weird thing is, you've been looking like me lately...... what if we both did something and waited because it still takes? I'd be distracted if they saw me so desperately."

Me and my dad, who had been treated like interrupters that way, had no choice but to look away from my mother, but I was chilling wondering if I had yet.

My mother sighed and dropped her shoulder again.

"I got it, both of you."

"" Whoa!

A mother who finished cooking a quick meal. I can see a slight blush.

Me and my dad get together, and when we get up with the momentum to kick in the chair, we both do the meal routine.

Lunch today sounds like a different world style stew. Unlike the Japanese ones, the colour is not white. But the flavor is limitless and close to it.

Exquisite salting and the taste of stew stained in finely chopped vegetables that are also gentle on my mouth in children.

Is this the taste of my mother?

My stomach was already held by Gucci and my cooking skill Kanst's mother.

"Speaking of which, isn't it about time?

Contrary to me and my father, who spoon the stew into his mouth, my mother was eating the stew with a really relaxed hand carry.

That's when he asked me, like he remembered.

"Yeah. So we need to eat fast"

"It's not a good idea to eat in a hurry. I'm gonna jam you in the throat."

"Yeah, I know!

I snorted in my mouth, but I ate stew in a dash, and I thought I could still do it.

"Hello...! Ray... play...

It was me and the blue-haired kid with the same back length who came in without a ping-pong like that. She's the same age living in the neighborhood. It is the so-called childhood taming.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

There's never going to be a youth love comedy development where me and this guy grow up together as childhood friends, fall in love with each other, and run through sweet, hard youth. You shouldn't do that.

Because he's a man.

"I'll be right there, Dick!

I'll call his name and send the dishes to the sink. And with my jacket in my hand, I left the house when I went.

With me like that, he jumped out of the house with me by the name of Dikuld Belstead. My nickname is Dick.

Dick and I have been face-to-face for about two years now - since we were a year old, and our parents are close to each other, and we have a family relationship. Fathers call each other eternal rivals, and we're close enough to compete on a daily basis. Mother seems to have something to say about it, but let's put it down now. For some reason, let's put aside the fact that there is a village code that forbids the two fathers from competing in the village using force.

Me and Dick are close to home, and we've been playing a lot lately.

Because I was allowed to go out because it was relentless or limited to being 3 years old and in the village.

"Today, what are you playing at?

"Um, we'll think about it when we get over there"

But just because you were allowed to go out, there are private houses in the village and fields on the edge of the village, and there are no parks with playthings. So me and Dick always play in an open square in the middle of the village.

A square is a lawn-like place in the middle of a village where only thin slices and weeds have grown. There are private houses lined up to draw circles, and there are many people there who come to put clothes in between farming tasks and aunts' wellside meetings flourish. Mixed in there, kids bigger than us - two or three if you're old - chasing them up fine or playing with the sand.

When me and Dick step into such a busy square, the villagers turn a warm grin. When we laughed and responded, the center of the square was a little empty.

Maybe he cared.

Me and Dick pinched each other for a few meters in the middle of it.

"I knew this was the first one."

"Yeah, you do that every day."

I set up the wooden sword I brought from the house.

The hustle and bustle of the surrounding area subsides and the serenity begins to emerge. When I took a small, deep breath to avoid being drunk by the tension-promoting atmosphere, I removed my arm.

─ ─ 679 wins 678 minus 1 draw

That's how Dick and I fought.

Wouldn't that be all you could tell?

There's this anomaly in a kid named Dikuld Belstead.

I've been born in this world for three years. The year is 12 months, 360 days. In the month, every month is 30 days.

I mean, it's been about a thousand days since I was born. In the meantime, I intend to keep this reincarnation cheat alive and refine it every day.

Once upon a time, the level was kanst. Skills were also newly acquired, rare skills that aided the intense movement called acrobatics, and many other normal skills.

Even in terms of talent, the increase was smaller than before the level was 99, but still more than doubled a year ago.

Even so, there has never been more than 2 years away from this battle.

Simply thinking about it would be impossible.

Instead, I wonder if I'm so talented. But me and Dick are already out of the group among the kids in the village. So much so that the older children around us are afraid and avoided.

So it doesn't mean I'm inferior to anything else. Already in my case, it's accompanied by a track record of killing demons. In this case, I should suspect, not my lack of talent, but the true opposite.

You should doubt Dick's anomaly.

Dick's father seems to be a former Knight Commander.

Looks pretty strong from the position. In fact, strength equals father. They don't change their strength as much as they call their relationship their eternal rivals themselves.

This is how we came to compete, partly because if we trace the original, we got into battle over which of those two sons is stronger, but apparently the strength is hereditary.

Dick is proving it. Either way, will this guy be a knight captain, like his father?

Honestly, I regret it. If you regret it, regret it, and don't want to lose, you compete with your child every time with no effort. That leads to this ridiculous number of fights, but I still can't beat them, and as I battled over food for the regret of losing so many times, I learned the pleasure of competing.

An indescribable exhilaration I feel facing each other.

Desire for victory like the sea of the Akura.

And this is the joy of being able to compete in this moment.

I couldn't help laughing.

─ ─ Gokuri.

The bustling square was so quiet that now the sound of a spit drinks through whether it was caught in the serious eye of me and Dick, and all the glances around me and Dick are poured out.

As the tension grew, my body slowly weakened and waited for that time.

Has the time taken 10 steps?

Dick's eyes holding the wooden sword in front of his body with both hands so as to protect the midline are rugged, and he's caught in the temper of saying that he won't even overlook my blink.

On the other hand, I flush my right hand behind me with a wooden sword, standing low. Your body is powerless and ready to jump out at any time.

Long stiffness that seems like 10 minutes. But in fact, after less than a minute, a soft breeze blew through between me and Dick.

I move out as soon as the wind, involving the fallen leaves and crossing between them, tries to pass.

Like me, who kicked close to the ground hard with Babba, Dick comes back a moment late to pack in between. After a few seconds the intermission overlapped, waving the sword from either side.

I put a spin on my hips.

Dick gives the mould a precise swing from the top.

We let each other go of the best we could now.

A wooden sword exchanged violently with Gago, and his hand with the sword was paralyzed. The power of the first strike is antagonistic and imminent. Then the disadvantage is me holding the sword with one hand.

Dick's sword moves are planted by his father's direct knighthood. Numerous users have been taught swordsmanship by their father, who was a former Knights Commander, after generations and generations of stacks.

As much as I envy him, Orthodox his sword moves are somewhere stiff and shaped a lot.

Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I'm not so familiar with swords as to speak, but in such a common sight as this impending, is it advantageous to be learning sword moves with accumulated past experience?

One of them would also be the difference between holding both hands or holding one hand. I wave the sword with one hand, while Dick waves with both hands. In terms of speed and manoeuvrability, I have a part to play, but on the other hand, if you need such impending force, I'm the one at a disadvantage.

The wooden sword that killed the first power is being pushed back against the pressure it exerts.

When I saw such a situation of Dick dominance and tried to relieve my nervousness that my surroundings were Dick's win.

Dick, who should have been dominant, suddenly jumped off the spot.

"Huh!"

A fist that left his muscles thin on his temples and made Dick jump away. That's my fist, of course.

My swordsmanship is a combination of physical and swordsmanship. Unlike Dick, who has a knight's father, my father was an adventurer and taught little sword moves. Don't tell me to feel more than learn, it's even a mock fight at sunrise.

So I had to learn my sword by myself. In a way, that may lead to the most swordsmanship I've ever had, but it's hard to do it from scratch.

But fortunately, I had a sword to compete with every day. While he was solidifying that he didn't want to lose, he was able to form the foundation of his own flow, combining nature with physical skills and swords like he is now.

Still far from complete, it may be like playing, but I realize that my body is starting to learn a little bit about swords, how to swing them, how to lumbar them, and how to unite them.

Because I knew it, Dick knew in advance that I was going to release my fist, and he showed it on a piece of paper.

But that's the same thing with me.

I knew from the beginning that Dick would read my movements.

I pull my arms back quickly, while following my retreating Dick forward, releasing the momentum.

Quickly reacting to it, Dick puts the sword along his body and takes the sword. The spearhead of my wooden sword hit Dick's wooden sword belly, and shortly afterwards Dick spun laterally in the air, causing him to stray to the side.

As I was gaining momentum in my poking, my body was off track, just like a wooden sword, and with that I was greatly out of balance. To me about to fall at the front, Dick, spinning and entering the inner realm of the agreement, softly raises the sword that was on his body.

It's a blow right under the brain.

Shortly before it waved down, I stopped with my right foot, which forcefully stepped out of my body about to fall, and immediately hit Dick's empty back with my left hand.

Make sure you press your belly with your arm, and at the same time prune Dick's feet from behind with your left foot, keeping your head low. Then the wooden sword just off track under the brain sword plundered my hair tip and cut the sky, and Dick was thrown down to the ground.

"Kaha......!

Exhalation leaks out of Dick's mouth when he's punched in the back.

I spun half a spin and swung up my sword.

─ ─ I won.

A sword waved down so sure. But that track was taken off by Dick's kick.

"Come on!"

A wooden sword that slapped the ground directly next to the cancer and the target. There, Dick's hand is overlaid and forced to stagnate for a moment.

And it was that moment of stagnation that decided to win or lose this battle.

"─ I won, Ray."

The tip of the wooden sword is placed on the neck muscle. Pulling up my arm and entering the inner realm of intermission, Dick sprinkles an adult-faced temper like earlier, with an innocent grin, declaring victory.

"Oh, shit. Also lost."

Meanwhile, I bit my remorse and fell to the ground. It's a pitiful outfit, but it's the perfect outfit to represent my mood.

If you fall asleep in the big letters and open your eyes, you will see the blue sky and the dazzling sun.

I sighed deeply at the same sight I had seen so many times.

He also said he couldn't beat it.

Defeat I've tasted many times. But every time, remorse comes in.

I'm still not used to it. I'm sure I'll never get used to it again.

Because I probably hate losing.

Every time I lose, I guess I get some remorse in me that makes me want to scream from the bottom of my belly. Keep it up, keep it up.

"My father said he was a terrible enemy."

"Knock..."

I can't say anything. Because at the last moment, it was true that I thought I had won and I was alarmed.

"Huh, same point again."

A troublesome similarity to count a few more times. My somewhere distracted whine was scratched out by the hustle and bustle of a bustling gallery.